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Evanui ut NusquamEvanui ut nusquam. Fade away, O poor soul, For plight and destitution reign your meaningless life. If knowledge truly was power, you would be a god amongst men. Alas, knowledge is nothing to the masses, Nothing to those who value only that which can be seen. The ignorance of others is your demise.Evanui ut Nusquam
Evanui ut nusquam. Disappear, O unlucky one, Your skill is no match for your destiny. Skilled in many things, you can do nothing, For you were doomed from the start, And your childhood poverty and misfortune quell your drive and creativity. Any hope you might have h
The PunishedA silhouette against a lifeless sky. It cannot think, so it cannot die; Eternally watching, every day, Until we fall and blow away.The Punished
Listlessly, it takes in hate, And for centuries it will contemplate That which will never know: Why it must watch this miserable show.
They bicker and fight for everything, Even though war doesn't bring The success and glory they think it might, For all they know is how to fight.
Humanity has long decayed, Old chivalry and honor fade; They give way to this violent craving That peace and quiet are mind-de
RottenI do not want to write this. My mind is dull, invaded by a heavy fog that sticks and begins to smell more and more like death with every passing moment; my body sags, weighted down by a ruthless sleeplessness that will not relinquish its hold, ever. Sleeplessness has no mercy. Sleep is calling me with its timeless and smoke-shrouded seduction, and I do not want to write this – I have to write this, before the rot takes hold. There is no time to wait for morning, because there is never any time. All the time that once was has been devoured by our foolish wastefulness, and now there is only the illusion of time – we are all trudging dRotten
ThoughtsThoughts. They are there, spinning and swirling, dividing and joining to form shapes, though I cannot make them out. The haze has set recognition just beyond my reach. I can sense the colors though…I think. It’s hard to tell anymore. Hard to be sure of anything. I think the thoughts are usually black, maybe shades of grey and blue, but perhaps I am making them that way. There is no white left – the white is long gone, if it was ever there. Sometimes I reach out to touch it, but it slips through my grasp. I then see its enticing scarlet tones for what they truly are – blood. Blood that drips down the fingers of my outstretcThoughts
1000 W0RDS
| Well... yeah. I am me. |
I AM THE JANGLIEST!!!
Confused
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"Everything will be gone long before me. When the first living thing was born, I was here, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."
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"Everything will be gone long before me. When the first living thing was born, I was here, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."
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My noodles are delicious.
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"Everything will be gone long before me. When the first living thing was born, I was here, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."
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My noodles are delicious.
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"Everything will be gone long before me. When the first living thing was born, I was here, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job is finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave."
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